Holbrook High School - Echo Yearbook (Holbrook, MA)

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THE ECHO 1947 Sumner’s doors were old and familiar to most of us. yet on that bright September morning in 1943 they seemed to hold new enchantment and excitement, for now we were freshmen and really belonged there. Even the thought that we were mere little freshmen did not daunt us for long. Our hopes and expectations were high, and we fully expected to produce the effect of a baby atomic bomb on Sumner. The first change was our division into two groups, the eighteen com- mercials. who soon learned their proper obscure places from Mr. John Walsh, and the twenty-four college students, entrusted to Miss Dorothy Dunbar. Eager to get started as an organized class, we elected the following officers: president, Theodore Veale: vice- president: Albert Marcus: secretary, Virginia Robert- son: treasurer. Marjorie Skilling: and Student Council representatives. Joyce-Ann Whitaker and Robert Estabrook. Many members of the class added their talents to the “Snoops and Scoops, “Echo staff, and Girls ' Glee Club, while Marian Morgan and Barbara McGaughey joined the girls’ basketball team. Before our freshman year was over, we had lost Harold Belcher but gained Jean Matthews. The rest of the year passed without any spectacular occurrences, but we were young yet. “Just give us time,” we said. In 1944 we returned as studious, oh, definitely not silly, sophomores and watched the new crop of fresh- men wander dazedly around, smugly assuring our- selves that we hadn ' t been half so small, nor insig- nificant, nor lost as they were. Again we lost no time in choosing our officers who were: president, Theodore Veale: vice-president, Bar- bara Smith: secretary, Virginia Robertson: treasurer, Priscilla Hobart: and Student Council representatives, Marian Morgan and Barbara McGaughey. We chose as our motto. “Do More, Wish Less,’’ and maroon and gold as our class colors. On December first, as sophomores, we made our debut into Sumner society with an informal dance, quite an undertaking for such youngsters, but a definite success. Who will forget dancing in an original Toyland setting to the dreamy orchestra of Don Leach, secured through the efforts of Blanche Tison, a vivacious and welcome newcomer to our class from Kingston. This year we also gained an old friend and former classmate. Andrew Card, who had been attending Thayer Academy, and Barbara Bowen from Brockton. However, William Grant left to join the Navy and Richard Miles, Richard Berg, Herbert Markie, Phillip Tibbetts, Edward DeSousa, Lorin Hayden, Tony Darienzzo, Kenneth Hayden, Paul Sturgeon, another newcomer, and Warren Buc- chino also left to go to work or later join the service. 7 he rest of the year we worked, worked, worked, but it was fun, too, and how we envied the juniors their class rings and prom, and the seniors their drama, class trip, and graduation — our misty dreams. After one last valiant struggle with final exams we left our happy sophomore year behind, knowing that we had reached the half way mark and looking forward to the glory of being upperclassmen. September 1945. It came too quickly, but even more quickly was gone, and once more we had settled down to make a shining name for ourselves in Sum- ner ' s book of fame. This year we were a class united in effort and in reality under Miss Anna Damon in Room 14. Before finding even a chance to breathe, we were enmeshed in a dizzying circle of work and new responsibilities in class, clubs, and sports of which we had always before been mere interested members. That we might with due dignity conduct the offices of juniors, we elected our leaders who were: president, Andrew Card: vice-president, Marjorie Skilling: sec- retary, Regina Creighton: and treasurer, Albert Mar- cus. Privileged with electing four to the Student Council, we chose Joyce Whitaker, Barbara Mc- Gaughey, Constance Wood, and Priscilla Hobart. Ever growing smaller, our class had lost Doris Grindle, Marian Morgan, Evelyn Cassani, Jean Matthews, Russell Anderson, and Paul Breault, who left to become a Marine, but we had gained Ernestine Ket- tlety of Quincy, Dominic Inglese of Watertown, and Karl Anderson, three active newcomers. Our first weighty matter of consideration was the selection of class rings, those oval shaped beauties with onyx settings which were the first evidence of our upper class status. Months flew by, and it was May — prom time. All our dreams came true on May 3, as we glided happily through a fairyland garden of arti- ficial and real flowers to the music of Eddie Drew’s orchestra. Then it was over — that most wonderful 8

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THE ECHO 19 4 7 JOHN CLAYTON COLBY Johnny Hobby: Baseball Ambition: Salesman Always dreaming . . . charming smile . . . lazy . . . brown eyes . . . always late . . . loves to waste time. Baseball, Gym. HAROLD GEORGE FAIRWEATHER Red Hobby: Photography Ambition: Photographer Red wavy hair . . . not often in Hol- brook . . . brown eyes . . . moody . . . camera fiend. Photography Club, Bus. Mgr. of Snoops and Scoops, Sports Editor. ARTHUR BEMISTER SQUIRES Soddy Hobby: Swimming Ambition : Engineer Rather conceited . . . lazy . . . talka- tive . . . Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning . . . Lots of excuses. ALLAN ARTHUR RICHARDSON Speed Hobby: Hunting Ambition: U. S. military service Is it compulsory ? . . . good marks- man . . . stubborn . . . not over ambitious . . . big feet . . . “ Why do we have to do that f Manager Baseball Team. BARBARA LORRAINE SCHUTT Barb Hobby : Movies Ambition: Secretary Giggle girl . . . chatterbox . . . red tresses . . . argumentative . . . gum chewer. Glee Club, Softball .JJonorA . 3 or 3 our l earA College Course MARJORIE SKILLING ALBERT MARCUS Commercial Course BARBARA McGAUGHEY BARBARA SMITH Hallowe’en Dance Bridge and Whist Senior Drama Style Show . New York Trip Class Day Reception Baccalaureate Graduation . Senior ctiultied . November 1 November 18 December 1 3 . March 18 . April 14, 15, 16 June 4 June 6 June 8 June 9 CL» Color . „ Waroon and Cjotd C(a„ Wotto: “So Wore, UU X CM 7

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THE ECHO 19 4 7 event of the year, but we still had the memory-bring- ing pictures taken by John Towns of our first grown- up affair . Merrily we sped through the rest of the year, helping the seniors at Class Day and Graduation, watching them say farewell and leave their glorious traditions to us. The summer passed, and then as old friends wc all came back to Sumner. Seniors! It couldn’t be true. Where had those other three years gone? We looked at each other when we returned that bright Septem- ber morning. No, there were no halos, we hadn ' t suddenly grown a foot or two to keep pace with our lofty positions, and neither had we acquired a con- spicuous amount of dignity or sophistication, but seniors — the word applied at last to us was a. wonder- ful sound. Wasting not a minute of our busy year, we elected our officers: president, Donald Davis: vice- president, Albert Marcus: secretary, Marjorie Skilling: treasurer, Ernestine Kettlety: and Student Council representatives, Andrew Card, Theodore Veale, Bar- bara McGaughey, Barbara Smith, and Karl Anderson. We had gained Arthur Squires but lost Joyce Whit- aker, Regina Creighton, and James Calway, now making a total of thirty-four in our distinguished class. The social season of the year was launched with the Senior Dance; we had once again secured Don Leach’s orchestra, which definitely helped to assure the success of any dance, and this one proved no excep- tion. We were even complimented on our fine man- ners and behavior. Then we sponsored a mammoth bridge and whist party purely for its financial value and we were not disappointed. The Senior Drama, “Three Little Maids’’ — ah! that was a real success both financially and from the entertainment point of view. It was enjoyed equally by the audience and by the cast. Will there ever be another like it or quite as good? Who had ever sus- pected that we had a robber or a brilliant detective in our midst! Also to raise money for our New York trip we sold chances on an electric iron so generously donated by Mr. Roy Smith, and just before Easter a style show under the direction of Miss Ruano Gilson was spon- sored. Models from all classes, girls out of school, and our teachers helped to make this, too, a grand success. Even our boys took part by singing appropriate songs after the show. At last came our reward — those three wonderfully busy days in New York during our April vacation. We climbed the Statue of Liberty, saw “Oklahoma,’’ Radio City Music Hall, Empire State Building, upper New York, a broadcast, and a television studio, and we ate and ate, in fact, we did everything but sleep. Still our energy was boundless, and we sang all the way home on the Greyhound Bus wishing that we could ride and sing together for a week. Then it was back to school with graduation almost upon us, making plans for our reception, that fine old tradition revived by our illustrious class after its wartime disappearance, this Class Day, Baccalaureate, and then — it is graduation. Reluctantly we leave our happy memories and school days, but we are still looking forward with hope and expectation saying, “We are young yet. Expect great things from us.’’ 9